Bridges

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sorrows and white stripes that massive structure that mesmerizes,who’s pain walks the bridge,there’s always a sigh of relief when one looks in the rear view mirror and sees the outline of home slowly fading, uncertainty beings to take over as you arrive at the newly destination, what will come with you,what will stay behind,looking for that different taste of water,a different glass to take the place of the one you usually used as unkept,unwashed, the bridge has always been symbolic to me as the rims of the tires hasn’t any rubber on the wheels,yet I still attempt to cross this bridge of uncertainty because I’m tried of living with my fears

 

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7 thoughts on “Bridges

  1. ” I still attempt to cross this bridge of uncertainty because I’m tried of living with my fears”
    sometimes I don’t go to the doc one reason being to sick to get out of bed and the other is sometimes I just don’t want to know anymore …
    Huggggs
    Suzette

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  2. Yea, I think I understand…all so tiring..yet, I mow my grass, take photos and am polite to my neighbours…whilst thinking: what is the good of all this striving , when you do not know what to strive for…Madness. xx

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